Category Archives: Poems

We: Make the World

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Love is easy to give

Yet can be hard to find

Build it strong

In due time

Love will find a way

To make life better

In a simple way

Calling out to change

Forgiving and forgetting

Love can be the remedy

For anything upsetting

I search for love

Love to give

Love to keep

Love upon a deep mid winter sleep

The gift I give

Is not expensive

To be found almost anywhere

I give love

Without a care

I hope you do to

Do your part to make it

Not so hard to find

For when love is given

The world is a much better place

To live in

Alarm Frustrate

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Early morning cracks on heavy eyes

Looking up hoping for a singular light in the sky

Wood creeks under foot and weight

Sleep vanished bewilder from alarm frustrate

Rise to another challenge another call

Rise one

Rise all

Days must be achieved rather than forgotten

A day awake

Rather than a day rotten

I will heed this plastic cases call

Resting on the bedside table

Rather than a wall

The dreaded alarm clock calls

Come one

Come all

 

The Common Denominator

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What makes it better

What makes it worse

These vital feelings

We may not coerce

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Pushing them in

Pulling them out

Will do us no good

If we are living like we should

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Shall I wonder under a rock

Beneath feet pounding

Or center myself on ground

With my heart pounding

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I am here for you

And you for me

That is why

We cannot let it be

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Growth can occur

From one solid root

Life will burst

Into something beautiful bold

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Your hand I hold

As we cry

Waiting for the storm

To blow by

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These are not easy times

But they make us real

Through the fire burning

Born is true steel

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I will be here now

And will be here later

Love will pick you up

It’s the common denominator

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Love will push

Love will pull

Love will bring us back

Fill our hearts full

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We live through great moments

We survive the bad

But at the end of any day

The good fights been had

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I wish to say this

So that all can understand

You are my lady

And I am your man

All Things Certain

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All things certain

I will forgo

For the chance to let go

Of what I know

To find what may be

Or maybe

I will find something new

The open road ahead

With just me and you

The western sun calls

Out from winters thralls

I am renewed

I am hopeful

That we can create something new

Something incredible

This is my hope

To let go of the certain

For what waits for us

Behind the red curtain

 

Carnival of Waste

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Nothing disappointed me in music this year more than the claim or title that somehow Kayne West was the new Dylan. I needed to vent on this one.

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It’s all about the hoes and the clothes

Songs about what others drove

Sipping crystal and shitting gold

That is what the new preacher told

My generation defined by such vanity

This new rhyme and rhythm

Isn’t what it used to be

Everyone singing about the “me”

How to satisfy oneself

Whether it be blatant

Or stealth

If Kayne is the new Dylan

Rolling up in a Bentley of Crimson

I will disown my own soul

If this is the price that must be tolled

For such vanity and glutton cannot be forgiven

Every single talent that is given

Should be taken away

Rather than wasted

Dylan sang for a generation

Calling awareness and action

Now all I hear is bullshit

Shooting gun

Pleasure the only “one”

To the ultimate satisfaction

I have no time for this carnival of waste

This recycled culture

Of copy and paste

I have no allegiance to this self-serving leader

Kayne no Jesus

And me no Peter

He defines no time

He is prolific poet

Not a single humble feature

Pathetic

It is to waste with such vigor

With chains of gold

Top down in the middle of winter

My frustration with my own generation

Giving golden crowns to those

With self views of inflation

I will not adhere to any of your calls

Forget your pitiful attempts to write your name

On history’s walls

I am not your follower and others say too

What you say does not reflect

In the things you do

No wishes for a brighter future

All the brightness taken

With your own scalpel and suture

So I willfully deny you of this title

Makes me sick if I just stayed idle

Kayne is no Dylan

That I know today

I will not change anything with words

But I said

What I needed to say

Trying to Find

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Trying to find the words

or the thoughts

Unable to connect
Through any pathways

Waiting

Hoping for inspiration

Lost with passing moments

So when time passes with nothing to say

Why not then say

Nothing at all

 

 

I Am One of You

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This is a poem that I wanted to write if I were to move to Chicago. I do not see me living there at any point in my life as I have aspirations that cannot be fulfilled in the wonderful windy city. So here it is…Chicago

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I am one of you

Adhering to the droning call

Of the El clamoring on rusted tracks

Echoing through slim walls

And decrepit cinder block exteriors

Sound waves rumble through cracked wooden floors

Off arched doorways and into my ears

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I am one of you

Adorning the Transit Authority with wrinkled dollar bills

Fumbled out of pockets full of lint and crumbs

Into hand frozen from wind rustled streets

Faces frozen eyes wondering for the next train

Enjoying the warmth of the train car

Handling homeless and trying to be generous

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I am one of you

Creeping into storefronts to make my nose recover

From delayed busses and off kilter schedules

Sitting proud in my seat

Kindly nodding to the gentlemen and the lady next to me

Waiting for the next stop

The next opportunity

To start a conversation to ask how you are doing

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I am one of you

Illuminated under the city lights

Crawling from my small abode in the height of 8 stories

Crackling heaters with old fashioned glory

In the stream of young lust hoping for a midnight story

Passionately taking every moment as it comes

Letting the others pass as they go

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I am one of you

Saluting the 6 star banner

Waving in baby blue and red

With honor and dignity it waves

Gently

From the buildings overhead

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I am one of you

With hope for a better future than today

Trying to make things better than yesterday

Shootings, violence, and challenges

The city faces everyday

Only change will then come

When the people have the pride to say

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“I am Chicago”

To Know Nothing

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To Know Nothing

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I have learned enough

To know

I know nothing

One day

If that changes

My mind begins

To rearrange

And reassess that I know more

That  is the sign

Of weakening

Stepping back instead of ahead

Prempting the words

Coming out of wise peoples heads

I must continue to know nothing

Even though I can learn something

I am constantly amazed at what more

There is out in the world

More knowledge

More ability

More of everything I can see

I must be humbled by this

Detach the insatiable ego

And let it go

For I truly know nothing

I am humbled to say this

Proclaim

But the question now stands

Can you say the same?

 

Angles

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The angle upon which a sword is thrust

Through someone’s flesh

Can be the definitive conclusion to one

Or a tear from which you can recover

It can mean life

Or it could mean death

The angle of which a ball can bounce

Will be the deciding factor

Whether it will come back

Or roll away

The angle of a fall

Can either break the bone

Or bruise the skin

The angle of basketball shot

Can come up short

Or be perfected for the win

The angle is the most important aspect

Of these finite decisions

So it should be of no surprise

That when I can see evil in ones eyes

With hearts left out cold

Their mind has to arrest and wrangle

For I must understand these souls

Attack others from such a devious angle